Dammit.
I forgot one thing.
“Hey,” I murmur. “I don’t have any pro—”
She shakes her head. “It’s okay. I’m covered. Pill.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.” She pulls me down toward her, capturing my lips with her own, the head of my cock grazing her wet slit. I hover there for a few long seconds, not wanting to hurt her.
Her eyes flutter open, glittering in the dim light. “Fuck me, Massimo.” She drags her fingernails down the slope of my spine, the sensations flooding me with a fierce carnality that I’ve never felt before. I press inside of her slowly, my thick cock stretching her walls as she takes me in, filling her inch by inch, breaching her maidenhead.
She lances my flesh, screaming through clenched teeth and I stop.
“What are you doing?” she pants.
“I’m hurting you. I don’t want you to be in pain.”
“Don’t…stop!” She squeezes her eyes shut. “Keep going!”
Her body tenses when I slide out and push back into her heat, her velvety walls blanketing me. I muffle her screams with my mouth, giving her a distraction from whatever pain I’m causing her right now. Our teeth crack against each other, our frenzied hands groping and grabbing and tugging…
And then it happens.
Her body relaxes, taking me deep and clenching tight as I plunge deeper, filling her with my throbbing cock.
“Oh my God,” she whispers, her fingers tugging at my hair. “It’s…so…good. Whatever you’re doing, holy shit, just keep doing that.”
I cover her writhing body with mine, our limbs entwined. Her pussy quivers and quakes, clamping around my cock as I drive deep with long, slow strokes. I slide in and out, grazing her clit with each push and pull. We rock together in unison, slick with sweat and flushed with passion.
With a muffled cry, she digs her nails into my hips, forcing me to thrust deeper. Her ankles lock around my waist, keeping me buried inside of her as she shudders against me. Blasts of white light explode behind my eyes, the sparks in my groin igniting like a July Fourth fireworks display. The eruption blasts throughout my extremities, shooting out to the tips of my fingers and toes, every nerve ending awake and alert.
The orgasm tears through me, nearly slicing me in half and taking my ability to think, to breathe, and to move with it. Shockwaves of the highest magnitude roar through me, every cell on sizzle.
I collapse next to her, gasping for breath like a fish out of water for a few seconds too long. “Fuck me,” I pant.
“I think I just did that,” she whispers, sliding a hand down the side of my perspiration-pebbled face. “And it was good.”
“Just good, huh?”
“Well, I don’t have anything to compare it to. We’re going to have to do it again so I can start gathering data.”
“Always the scientist.”
“Always gathering evidence.” Her eyes darken the slightest bit and then her expression clears, like a cloud just dissipated.
“I’m up to do it again. And again. And again.” I roll off of the bed. “Hang on.”
I walk into the bathroom and grab a washcloth, running it under warm water. Kristina is lying on her side, watching as I return to the sofa bed. I kneel next to her, gently pushing her legs apart. She gasps when I dab the cloth against her and my brows knit together.
“How bad does it hurt?”
She shakes her head. “Not bad at all. At first, it hurt like a bitch. The burning…oh my gosh. But then it started to feel good. Then really good. And then, the burning just kind of went away.” She waggles her eyebrows at me. “Replaced by the rapture.”
“I’m glad to hear it. And happy to give you some more data.” I lean down, grazing my lips against hers.
“I might need to start keeping a journal. There will be a lot of pages to fill…” She winks. “Can you handle it?”
“As long as you can.” I force a smile, pressing my lips together so they cut off my next toxic thought…
And as long as I can keep up this bullshit ruse so you don’t find out the truth about who I am and why I’m really here in your bed.
Chapter Twenty-Three
KRISTINA
“Well, well. That’s a lot of tit to be on display before breakfast,” Sofia snarks as she waltzes into the kitchen the next morning.
“I’d think that after the night we had, you might have decided on a different conversation starter.” I smirk, turning away from the stove. “Something like, ‘hey, Kristi, can we maybe have a normal family dinner tonight instead of one where we eat while strangers have to come in and clean up dead bodies?’”
Sofia snickers and grabs a piece of well-done bacon from the plate set up next to the sizzling pan on the stovetop. “I’m trying to bury that forever, thank you very much. I’d much rather focus on why you’re wearing my shirt and…” She narrows her eyes. “What appears to be a push-up bra?”
A hot flush floods my cheeks. “I have to do a load of laundry and so I just grabbed whatever was clean and hanging in your closet.”
“I have a bunch of turtlenecks hanging in there too,” Sofia says. “Why’d you opt for the slutty cropped top?”
“Oh, I didn’t see those.”
“Yes, you did. I stick them in there every time you buy one for me for some holiday or a birthday.”
“You say it like it’s all I get you.”
Sofia cocks her head to the side. “Subconsciously, you are trying to turn me into a nun.”
I roll my eyes. “I think the pearly white gates might just slam shut if that ever happened.”
“Right about that.” Sofia grabs another slice of bacon. “So, what gives? Why are you so not uptight this morning, especially after what happened last night? Unless something else happened last night…”
“Did something else happen last night?”
I jump at Maria’s alarmed voice, her big blue eyes filling with panic. “Please tell me we’re okay.”
I rush over and throw my arms around my younger sister. “Sweetie, everything is fine. We are fine.”
“Promise?” she asks in a small voice.
“Yes,” I lie because what the hell else can I possibly say at this point? I need to get back into that office. That comment about Fire and Ice has stuck with me ever since Uncle Frank mentioned it, and a gnawing feeling in my gut tells me my dad wanted to tell me something about it, too. It makes so much sense, considering the fact that he was with Uncle Frank before everything happened.
For the past week, I’ve been wracking my brain, trying to figure out what he wanted to tell me. And last night when Uncle Frank mentioned the nightclub, things fell into place.
Well, at least one spot on the puzzle seemed to fit together.
There are still plenty of other jagged pieces that just won’t fuse quite yet.
More diagnoses to dole out.
But in the meantime, I need to make sense of this one to do with my uncle.
Fire and Ice may well hold all the answers.
Hell, it could have something to do with the Chechens, too.